#starxshine

[savedsolo]

@starxshine​ / starter

‘ Where are you from ---- and don’t make me ask again. This could become tiresome. For you, at least ’  a strange woman in a strange place, he cannot be blamed for the inflection that grazes against the deep metallic undertones that spew from his helmet. The red lightsaber rises, pointing at her, though it would only be her mistake to assume it’s his strongest weapon. How far into this jungle had he came? How far away were the troopers? Ren has all information stored into compartments, none of which needed to be accessed right now, yet her profile doesn’t resister in the data bank which leaves him guarded.

[warringpeace]

for @starxshine muse: g.oddess | verse: s2

“My son does go for brunettes, doesn’t he? Lilith. Eve. Now you.” The way she looked at the woman up and down was similar to how her son ogled someone he found visually appealing. She may not be particularly fond of humans, but she could appreciate their beauty and appeal. She did find it amusing that the other seemed to be acting like some kind of guard dog: if she really wanted to, she could fling her aside like she weighed nothing more than a feather. “I don’t suppose you know where he is?”

[merlinsmushrooms]

001. The Royal Sorceress of Hakalo takes Cedric's hand. It's not in the privacy of his tower, nor was it subtle. The garden party was in full swing and he was on his own, as he always seemed to be, set apart from the others. So she took his hand, it was her's now, and she gestured to the small area that was designated for dancing; the royal band was playing a waltz. "Dance with me." Ladies nearby had started whisper to each other behind their fancy fans. She ignored them.

The hustle of parties had always been overwhelming. No matter how much he dreamed of hosting grand events and being the center of attention, even something like this where he practically became one with the ivy laced wall he could barely handle. Even the odd glance from the attendees was enough to have him sink further. Wether it was to avoid conversation, or hide away from their judgement, he couldn’t tell, but it was as it had been for the last twenty years. 

As his attention was drawn to the grass at his feet, he could feel a warm tug at his hands prying him from safety. It was Hoku - the sorceress he had been spending his time with as of late. Always trying to step in and enjoy anything Roland tossed her way. It seemed this was no exception. Yet, he had told her that he detested these sorts of events. He wasn’t even supposed to be here, yet… here he was.

“…I already told you I can’t dance.” he’d state once more firmly, averting eye contact as she dragged him forwards. For some reason, he couldn’t say no. He never could.

[kingoftheravensarchive]

13, what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

LOKI

He didn’t understand citrus fruits when he first arrived on Earth. They’re acidic as fuck and his first time eating an orange was a baffling and also hilarious experience. Hilarious for the onlookers, not Loki. There aren’t citrus fruits where he’s from.

KEIR

We are all well aware that he prefers his human form to avian, however in situations where he’s meant to appear more intimidating, he almost always prefers his raven form. No real reason–I mean, he is an abnormally large raven, which is scary on its own–that any of us know of. It’s possible he does it because Loki also looks about ten times more imposing with a huge raven on his armored shoulder than without. Honestly, it may just be about the aesthetic. Wouldn’t shock me.

VASILIJA

Everything about Vas is weird, I can’t pick just one for her.

more than one muse / accepting

[droo216]

Hi Drew! I absolutely adore your aesthetics, but particularly your HP character series. As someone who enjoys making aesthetics as well, I was wondering if you could offer any advice? Your color choices are fantastic and your photo choices are amazing. Could you possibly recommend some places to look for pics? Thanks!

Hi! Thank you so much, I’ve wanted to do the HP character series and just go through these characters one by one for so long, so I’m having a lot of fun creating them and I’m so glad you like them! There’s plenty to come still!

I spend obscene amounts of time hunting through polyvore collections, pinterest boards, film screencap websites, actor fansites if I know the actor I want, and good ol’ google image search. Add words like “photography” and “aesthetic” and “design” into your search terms, this will help you find higher quality results! 

I use Adobe Photoshop CC 2014.My main advice is to take your time. Use a program that can resize images to scale with squishing them. Make sure your images all line up and you don't have white spaces showing between by accident. I use a lot of adjustment layers to play with the coloring - Brightness/Contrast, Hue/Saturation, and Color Balance are my best friends, as well as Layer Masks. There are easy tutorials all over the internet that can help you learn these tools!

[sorcerersupremacy-blog]

for @starxshine

It was another medical conference. A night filled with notable guest speakers and honourees. Stephen Vincent Strange was one of those: a recipient of the year’s award for services in the neurosurgical field. His reputation of taking on tricky procedures was definitely preceding him, and the award was just one of many he would receive that year. Along with such fame and accomplishment came the arrogance to match, but most of the people he met ( almost all of them female ) didn’t mind. In fact, the swagger was part of the initially appealing package that was Doctor Strange.

When he walked into the room that night, decked out in a Tom Ford tuxedo and a shiny Rolex watch, he knew everyone in the room was looking at him. There were a handful of professional colleagues and acquaintances from the Metro General Hospital, and there were a few new faces. He worked the room as always, smiling at the older surgeons and talking to them about what could be done to improve their craft. As eager as he was to improve his work, he also wanted to be the one to forward those innovative ideas.

Basically, he made the event about him.

There was one person in the room who didn’t seem taken in by his attitude. Malie Hewahewa was the newest addition to the surgery floor in the hospital. She was a stunner, but Stephen never pursued a woman for long. Especially someone who blatantly refused his advances. He knew a lost cause when he saw one. The only reason he acknowledged her presence was because of the tall, leggy beauty she was standing beside. He knew Malie had six sisters, but he never bothered to learn their names.

And the woman she was with didn’t look like her at all. Her black dress hugged her body in all the right places, and her heels just set off the entire outfit. With his champagne glass in hand, he excused himself and walked over to the pair.

                  “Malie Hewahewa. You didn’t tell me you decided to come.                     I would have driven you here myself.”

His smile was brief, and he shifted his focus on the woman beside her. Stephen held out his hand for her to shake.

                   “But I don’t believe we’ve met. Stephen Strange. I’m a...distant                     colleague of Malie’s.”

[eldervampire-blog]

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[warringpeace]

STARTER for @starxshine​ muse: judith | verse: s9

The black cat was purring on her lap, the sleek tail slowly swishing back and forth. The animal had caused a commotion among the residents of Alexandria, mainly among the few children that were there. But it ( or she, as Rosita said ) had approached Judith first. She’d only seen cats in picture books, so to actually hold one was nice. Since the cat had a collar on, she had to assume that she belonged to one of the newcomers in Alexandria. But which one?

While her mom and the rest of the council decided on what to do with the new arrivals, she continued to pet and run her hand along the cat’s back, only looking up when she heard someone approach. Judith hadn’t seen the woman before, and from the way she was looking at the cat, she assumed she was the owner. Just to be sure, she asked: “Is she yours?”